Succubus Magician Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The potion allowed Allen to recover quickly, not even delaying his classes, though it did make him arrive at school a little later than usual.

“Allen—”

A voice called him from behind. Allen turned to see his classmate, Spurt, flying toward him clutching a magic book, his light robe billowing out.

Spurt ran breathlessly to Allen’s side, flashing a brilliant smile. “What a coincidence, let’s go to class together.”

Allen nodded. “Mm.”

The two walked side-by-side toward the Potion Making classroom.

Spurt turned to look at Allen.

Allen was wearing a high-collared, tightly fastened robe today, gloves on his hands, and tall boots on his feet. Apart from his face and a small portion of his fair, delicate neck, not an inch of skin was exposed, though his belt cinched his slender waist.

Allen suddenly turned his head.

Spurt met his gaze, paused, then broke into a smile. “You’re dressed so warmly.”

Allen withdrew his gaze. “I was just sick.”

Spurt said, “No wonder, you always dress so completely covered.”

As they spoke, other classmates soon spotted them and joined their group.

Before long, a large crowd had gathered around Allen.

He didn’t say much, while those around him chattered incessantly, like a flock of small nightingales emerging at dusk.

When they reached the classroom, Allen found a seat at a long table. The others, still unwilling to disperse, gathered around him before finding their own seats.

A bell chimed faintly from the distant windows, and Professor Theodore entered precisely on time, sweeping his gaze across the room. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems everyone is punctual, very good. Today we will be making the Flamel Witch Potion, a potion that can increase one’s luck, and a very popular one at that.”

Allen rested his chin on one hand, watching Professor Theodore at the podium, and thought of the potion Lancelot had given him, blinking lightly.

Professor Theodore continued, “The assistant has already placed the materials on your desks, but don’t rush to start. Hey, Mr. Dobbin, please take your hand off the Moon-Appearing Grass. Look over here, I will demonstrate the potion making process once.”

Professor Theodore picked up a cauldron. “First, preheating the cauldron is very important. Hmm, we need to preheat it until you can feel it’s hot when you place your hand near it, and then put the Silver Blood Crystal inside…”

After successfully making a batch of the Flamel Witch Potion and sealing it in a crystal vial, Professor Theodore leaned on the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s your turn. Please follow the operating steps. I will score you based on your procedure and the actual result of your potion. You may begin.”

After Professor Theodore clapped his hands, Allen began preheating his cauldron while picking up the Silver Blood Crystal to clean off the impurities.

His classmates also started making their potions, and soon the classroom was filled with various smells and growing noise.

“Well,” Professor Theodore was standing in front of Allen at some point, “Mr. Gilbert, the potion you make is always as sweet as you are.”

Allen glanced at his cauldron, then at his notes. “Sorry, did I make a mistake in the steps?”

Professor Theodore smiled, picked up a spare Highland Frankincense Fruit, and placed it in front of Allen. “I think the temperature might have been a little low when you added the Highland Frankincense Fruit; it didn’t fully activate the medicinal properties.”

Allen nodded. “I understand. I will remake it.”

“Please note, you only have one set of materials left,” Professor Theodore tapped the desk and turned to the student beside him. “Miss Mallich, please also pay attention, the temperature was too high when you added the materials; a bitter taste has already appeared.”

“Oh, no!” Adeline Mallich, who had been looking over, immediately withdrew her gaze and scrambled to salvage her potion.

At the end of the class, Allen successfully made the Flamel Potion. However, his finished product smelled sweeter than the usual Flamel Potion, and the shimmering silver liquid looked very beautiful in the crystal vial.

Allen put the sealed potion into his small bag and quickly left while the other students were still tidying their desks.

He did not go downstairs; instead, he went up.

He liked the tall tower where the Potion Making classroom was located.

He usually ate lunch on the small platform at the top of the tower instead of going to the cafeteria.

Today was no different.

He walked fast enough that no one caught up to him.

The empty gray tower top was silent, and a smile appeared in his eyes as he took out an apple turnover and slowly took a bite.

The wind was strong, blowing his robe up.

He looked at the high and low iron-gray towers in the distance. Small birds flew freely above the towers, turning into small gray dots, like musical notes on a score.

“Allen?” The tranquility of the tower top was soon broken when a tall youth with golden hair poked his head out, a hint of shyness on his face. “I guessed you would be here.”

Allen looked at him with his beautiful eyes.

The youth took a deep breath. “I’m Hodgson Ovid. I was in the small group next to yours during Magic Ball class yesterday. Oh, please wait a moment, that’s not what I meant to say. I meant to ask, um, would you be interested in going hunting this weekend?”

Hodgson’s speech grew faster and faster, finally slapping his forehead hard. “Goddess above, I mean, would you like to go out? We could look for Cecil Grass in the Gothor River Marsh. Lily and Webster will be there too.”

Allen looked at him and shook his head. “Sorry, I have plans this weekend.”

Hodgson said, “Next week? We’ll be going again next week.”

Allen still shook his head.

Hodgson looked extremely dejected. “Alright, it seems you’re quite busy lately. I’ll ask you again next time.”

Allen smiled at him. “Thank you.”

That smile seemed to light up Hodgson’s expression, and his eyes instantly brightened. “It’s fine. You’ll have time in the future, right? May the Goddess favor you.”

Allen nodded and turned to leave.

Hodgson followed behind him. “Where are you going? It’s still early for the afternoon class. Are you going to the library? I need to go there too, to look up information on the Chirp Flower, you know, the one we need for the next Potion Making class…”

Hodgson was very enthusiastic, and Allen felt a bit weary after finally getting away from him.

Just as Allen was holding his books, preparing to find an empty classroom to rest, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura.

He turned to look behind him, and Lancelot’s tall figure appeared in his sight.

“Brother?” Allen widened his eyes in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

Lancelot walked over and brushed his gloved hand across Allen’s mouth. “Did that kid ask you out on a date?”

Allen’s mouth was rubbed red. He reached out and grasped Lancelot’s hand. “It was just a normal social invitation.”

Lancelot stared into Allen’s eyes. “Is that so?”

Allen felt the familiar sense of pressure again. He tilted his head up slightly, meeting the gaze, and answered seriously, “Yes.”

Lancelot’s fingers stroked Allen’s mouth.

Allen’s chin was held, and he obediently raised his head to meet Lancelot’s eyes.

A moment later, Lancelot pressed the first kiss between them onto Allen’s tender, reddened lips.

“Allen, remember the lover’s maxim,” Lancelot said, wrapping his arm around Allen’s slender waist and deepening the kiss.

“Okay,” Allen breathed softly, parting his lips slightly to look at Lancelot. “Brother can teach me.”